When I see the topless female form of Jessica Davies, I often just begin to sob. I'm man enough to admit that the site of such curvy perfections breaks well past the rice paper walls of my manly defenses, and renders me as an emotional child reading his first naughty magazine all over again. Just such purely passion inducing shapes.

Moving Jessica Davies outdoors only enhances the sextastic experience of seeing the lady-perfection, reminding us on this Humpday that it's not the beginning or the end that's important. It's what lies directly in the middle. Enjoy.